confined, i write my way out of this jail they term life. lowercase intended. started 18/4/18 ⚡ ongoing.

❝ we liked being awake when everyone else was asleep ❞

❝She was my dream girl − but I knew eventually I had to wake up.❞ Sequel to, u n r e q u i t e d All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

❝This is a why her, why not me story.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

❝ i'm always tired, but never of you. ❞

What do you do when your best friend could be the love of your life? Two alarmingly awkward, clumsy, sarcastic individuals bump into one another in a flower shop, and find that they're just as odd as one another. Told through nine moments, this is a story of life, love, friendship, and flowers. {Written 2016.}

Jade the florist is not without his share of tales, from the flower shop across the street. //dialogue story// Copyright @thevildflower twenty-fifteen. All Rights Reserved. Steal this and I'll get Jade to have you sniff poisonous flowers. Highest: 84 in SS

It's a paper crane, he told me. And I'll look at that old origami bird and remember it as the best day of my time with Casper Ardvan, No matter how short said time was going to be.